Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1887-02-06

large, and their time is more than OCcu-
pied with those VINO are in 1t. A more
surprising gauge OF the growth OF the
city, however. is tue untamiiarity of its
nhabitlnts with its most noted meN.
sixty years ago such prominent men as
Philip Home, John Jacob Astor, Peter
Lorillard, Philip Frtneau, Ogden Hotf-
man and Aaron BUR- were readily point
ed out to strangers. Thirty years ago
nearly everybody recognized Horace
Greeley's white coat, COmmore Wander
nlts astraknan Oyercoat, Tom Hyers'
shiny hat, Peter COoper's rubber cush-
ions, and Wilson G.. Hunts antique
stock" To-day, however. the most re-
moved citizens may wander through the
streets for hours without being recog-
niZed. The city has swelled to such Il
SIZE and become so populated that Il life
time is hardly enough for familiariza-
known TO the people. The last time ! saw
Gen. Grant was on Broadway, near the
Herald building. lie was on crutches
hobblng in stream OF human beings,
not one of whom was aware of his pres
ence. Six weeks leave interesting mem-
orles OF similar occurrences.
Not long ago | saw little man with a
semitic cast of cOuHtenance, gazing at a
time table in the Grand Central depot.
He was attired in dark clothes the worse
tor wear, seedy tile, and unblackened
CATERS. He carried u badly bleached al
paca umbrella and brown paper par
eel. With these he wandered around the
waiting room reading railroad announce
ments and listening to the inquiries Of
ticket buyers. His face was mobile and
his eyes dark and thoughtful. Not once
did he smile. He removed his hat occa-
sionally and scratched his head, which
was streaked with gray, and was rapid
ly becoming bald. There were hundred
persons in the room, yet no one knew
him. He was Jay Gould, awaiting the
departure OF the train that was to carry
him to his home on the Hudson.
SIX weeks ago attended Buffalo Bllfs
performance at Madison Square Garden.
1t was series OF unique Indian dances
gwen for the entertainment OF his friends.
In IA box sat a white-faced man win a
snowy head and trimmed beard. He wore
pebbles, aud there we're great bags Of flesh
under his piercing gray eyes. 1t was the
face of thinker, whose fame was unable
TO stand the strain OF intense appIica-
ton. IT. was the face OF Abram >.
Hewitt, who has just been elected Mayor
OF New York after the most memorable
political fight In the hislorWOt the city.
over 1000 persons were in the garden.
all of them GothHmites, yet not more than
half dozen knew Mr.. Hewitt.
A month ago a crowd TILED the parlors
at DelmOnicD's. They We're awaiting n
summons to the Police Captains dinner.
Among them was a tall, well-knit gentle
man with gray eyes, a high forehead and
sparse gray hair. lie was suAve and
cDurlly. a lew New Workers. took him
for Fatty Walsh. He was not the genial
warden of the Tombs to whom he bore a
strong resemblance. He was the re
nowned Col. Robert q. lngersoll, now
practioIng law IN New York.
Two weeks ago saw a man with an
abnormally developed brow gazing into
jewelers. windows. His eyes were
bright and his face was thin and wrin-
kled. He was tall and soldie rly In APP
pearance. A group OF pretty shop girls
were at his side lost in cOntemp alton OF
the display in the window. None OF them
was aware that more surprising ex-
hibit was at their side. The tall gentle
man was Gen. William Tecumseh Sher-
man. who has probably kissed more pret-
ty girls than any man in the Union.
Not long atterward | saw a plainly
dressed man OverhaulIng some volumes
on stand in frOntOf an old book store.
His hair was auburn in color, streaked
with gray, and he wore black felt hat
and thick solid shoes. There was nothing
fancy about him. He was short and
tat. His raiment was plain and neat. His
eyes were blue and his close-cropped
beard was red. He looked like a master
machinist. No one seemed TO recognize
him. Yet he has made as much stir in
this country IN six months as Gladstone
b hss done in England in six years. He
was Henry George.
\ f.x4r
and-cake saloon on Park rOa. saw
seated at table a gentleman VINO re-
sembles the pictures of James Madison,
fourth President OF the United States.
He was apparently about 90 years old.
His ruddy cOuntenance, clean-cut fea-
lures and snowy hair indicated the best
Of pedigrees, and his manipulation OF n
knife and fork over plate OF pork and
beans was convincing proof that he mad
the best Of apEetites. He was surrounded
with clerks and mechanics, none Of
whom could call him by name. Yet he
bad made fortunes In day and had lost
$500, 900 IN an hour without hnching. He
was Uncle Rufus Hatch, VINO plays a
church organ to-day as steadily as ne did
when he was worth over million.
A day or so ago | saw a tall man about
45 years old who fasten his pebbles on his
nose win nervous energy. His hair was
crisp, curly and unirOsted. He had the
nose Of one OF NapOleon's marsbals and
the stride OF Carl Schurl. He was DRIFT
ing up Park row in crowd of workers
as busy as himself, not one or whom
knew him. wenty-seven years ago he
was alone IN this great city, iriendless,
penniless and homeless. To-day he is
said 10 nave an income or $1,000 day.
iIe was Joseph Pulitzer.
Last nj zht saw y bIg-bohed man with
massive features and marked taciturnitv
eating welsh rabbit in a Twen ty-seyenth
street cbop-hOuse. He mad steel blue
eyes aud n close-cipped grizzIed beard ,
and he wore DARK clothes and high hat.
He had a quiet dignity tempered with
ailability and capacity 20 listen with
out murmuring. No one knew MIN save
the man who was pouring "A stream Of
talk into his ear. Yet he was the King
pin In politics in New York, and his
name was but MauriceJ. Power.
AMOS j. CUMMINGS AND BLAKELY HALL.